I had Manila and she had Lanzhou. Dad was having C3-C6 surgery from a “Dr. M” just “Dr. M” at UCSF and we walked down the street to have some noodles in a big abundant bowl, at Pomelo, which I found initially when Tim and Lydia lived nearby, before Sydney and Jake, and the East Bay. It was very sunny, an auspice.
I think of the internet and by extension Plastic Alto as a business tool, rather strictly, but could not help but shout to Moms in this visual format. (following from plug to Avenidas capital campaign post, perhaps)
I will tag this “SF MOMA” rather than “uncategorized”.
I look very tired. We stayed at The Saint Francis. Mom got lost trying to find her way from her room to mine, and ended up knocking on my door, one of the earliest examples of her dementia. This is nearly six years ago.